At this moment, a round-faced, small-eyed young man hurriedly descended from the air, looking around outside Zhou Qing's residence.
"Old hen! Hen, hen—" Yan Xiaohu shouted at the top of his lungs, scanning his Divine Sense around but finding nothing.
He scratched his head, standing there and muttering, "Not here again? How many times has this happened?"
Ever since the old hen mysteriously returned last time, Yan Xiaohu took the initiative to care for it.
After all, this is Old Fourth's spirit pet, and when Nangong Xiongba attacked back then, he couldn't bear to leave it behind.
But this old hen loves to disappear.
Sometimes when you wake up in the morning, it has vanished without a trace.
A couple of days later, it would be found at Zhou Qing's courtyard entrance, soaking wet, exuding a pungent bloody and fishy stench.
"This time I have to find out where you're going!" Yan Xiaohu plopped down, eyes fixed on the surroundings.
